“She's not myside bitchGabrielle! We're not married anymore, right? She's just my woman.”
Wow! The way my mouth just drops open right now I can't even help myself. There are tears in my eyes of fucking absolute motherfucking rage!!!!
OOOOO!! This man's going to make mefuckingkill him Iswearto God! I don't even know how to center myself in a moment like this and it's like he'stryingto piss me off.
Talking isn't going to do it anymore. I need to get the hell up on out of here.
“It's 4:30 in the morning. You're walking into my house at 4:30 in the morning.”
“AAAAAANDDD???? What it do motherfucker? Why is it any of your fucking business?”
“Because I'm paying the bills in this house and I live here as well.”
“Okay? So it's okay for you to walk home 5:00 in the morning but I can't?”
“Are you doing drugs?” he asks me and I know damn well.
All I can do is laugh as I stare at him incredulously because this cannot be real life right now. “Am I… ARE YOU HIGH?!”
“AreYOU?”
“I don't even know why… you dooi—” Closing my eyes, the sarcasm bleeds through my chuckle. “I can't even talk right now.” I shiver as I clasp my hands together trying to center myself, putting both my index fingers against each other in a prayer.
“You need to tell me what the hell is going on and I know you're bad at communication but you can't bethatbad. Because I am honestlyveryconfused and I am trying myhardestto give you the benefit of the doubt right now. Maybe you're not feeling well, maybe your pills are affecting you or something… but you need to find your motherfucking mindrightnow and righten itrealquick.”
“I texted you, I called you and I gotnothing! I had no idea if you got raped or kidnapped. I don't know if somebody was blackmailing you to come rob the place. You could have given me a fucking text back.SomethingGabrielle! And this isn't the only time. If you're going to be living here, yes it's important for me to know when the hell you're going to be home.”
“Maybe you have your wires crossed or something honey… but I don't have to tell you anything. My job was to take care ofMorris.You hadnostipulations about what time I was supposed to beinsidethe house as long as I was within working hours. So what is your issue? And I'm sorry…” I say, smiling at him, tilting my head with all the venom I can muster.
“...Did you just sit here—sorry, stand—” I point to him and then turn my palm up to the ceiling before clasping my hands and taking two steps toward him in a fake demure gesture.
“And tell me that you were upset… or that the reason you're upset is because you couldn't reach me? Was because… you were worried about me… and I wasn't answering your calls? Or because I was coming in later than youexpectedme to? Go ahead Lincoln. Tell me the affirmative. Tell me thatyou,right now, Lincoln Arnoldson… aren’t standingrightfucking there and getting all hot and heated throwing my shit out on the ground outside… because you're mad that your ex-wife who you're not currently married to… is doing ALL THESAMEFUCKIN SHIT YOU DID TOHERWHIIIIIILEWE WERE FUCKING MARRIED!!!!!”
“I know we're not fucking married!!! This isn'taboutmarriage! I'm paying you $65 a fucking hour, and you're getting freehousing frommeto fucking house sit! Not to drop off Morris and go wherever the hell it is you go for many hours. If you were going to do that then you might as well just fucking quit.”
“I know that's not the real reason you're mad. I'm not stupid!” I yell back.
“Well tell you what Gabrielle. Whoever the fuck you're opening your legs for, why don't you have HIM fucking pay you a nice little wage, and you can fucking live withhimthen,” Lincoln says, snapping his arm over my shoulder and straight ahead to point behind me at the front door before pulling it back and walking away.
God I hate him!
It doesn't matter that I'm employed by him. He's using this as an excuse to try and have some moral high ground when he has none.
“This was past working hours, Lincoln, so don't try and use that excuse!”
“I'm paying you to house sit! I'm paying you to watch Morris.”
“And I'm supposed to do this the entire fucking day? I can't have any time to myself? I can't come off from work and go anywhere? Youmustbe damn stupid. I know you're a fucking fool because this—”
“Call me out of my fucking name again,” he threatens, closing the distance between us and towering over me with his face close to mine.
My heart beats faster. My pussy starts ticking like a clock.
Working my jaw, I jerk my head to the left, looking at him, daring him to do something.
“You're gonna hit me, motherfucker?”
There's a fire in his eyes as they narrow to slits. This towering man breathes like a bull through his nose.